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"BEAR ME AWAY!"

Ob ! bear me to you lofty mountains, where, In dazzling drifts, the ice unmelted lies, Where, rapidly, in quest of purer air, The eagle, on his mighty pinions, flies. Where e'en the soil of mireis formednot—where The world's detested voice meets not mine ear— And where this weighty cross, which I must beat Lens ponderous unto me shall appear! Where I may cherish thee, bear me away With brows defiant of keen breezes we, 'Mid perfum'd cyclamens and pine trees, may Enjoy the sweets of love ana liberty ! This dull, grey mist for ever clogs and chills The ardor of my youthful spirit here; Amidst the solemn silence of yon hills Oh, hear me where I fain would love thee, (tU \ SLFrora the Italian of Ada Negri,

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Evening Star, Issue 10339, 12 June 1897, Page 3 (Supplement)

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"BEAR ME AWAY!" Evening Star, Issue 10339, 12 June 1897, Page 3 (Supplement)

"BEAR ME AWAY!" Evening Star, Issue 10339, 12 June 1897, Page 3 (Supplement)